Must be the diapers that I am still wearing until 16. :bigsmile:
Or was it 20? :bigsmile:
The same one since born. :kaoclove:
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Must be the diapers that I am still wearing until 16. :bigsmile:
Or was it 20? :bigsmile:
The same one since born. :kaoclove:
I was about two years old and my older siblings were getting ready to go to school. I really wanted to go with them and I cried. My Dad cheered me up and while I was depressed I played with some blocks.
If only I knew what school was REALLY like.
I misread that as "bricks" and got really confused.Quote:
Originally Posted by maybee
...Children aren't supposed to play with bricks? :(Quote:
Originally Posted by PikeI misread that as "bricks" and got really confused.Quote:
Originally Posted by maybee
The beginning of this sentence.
Getting scolded by my father for not pushing the toilet handle back up after flushing. Water kept running if you didn't. I guess I was 2.
My earliest memories were of preschool, when I was about 3, playing Where's Waldo with my preschool teacher/daycare person until my mom picked me up. I also had a "wedding" ceremony with my best friend/"childhood sweetheart" (again, 3). I remember some stuff from home around that time, but I can't place my age in those memories as definitively as I can my preschool adventures.
My earliest memory from my childhood would have to be the time I started crying (for no apparent reason) and hid under the table. I was only 6 years old at the time. Then my mom told me to get out from under the table and then gave me a nice big long hug. :')